Great Lost Tracks - An Everyday Series

How about Lenny-Baby ?



Still got a bit of scufferiness about em on this

First big US trip after the earthquake that was She Loves You turned em into princes

Love the economical way George holds his ciggy

John Paul George and Richard. Sad when Beatle is doing adverts, Pete Best I could understand.

I love the Fabs

I'd gladly perform fellatio on any one of em

Oh my God

That just slipped out - I didn't really mean that





ObviouslyRingo would only get a hand-job

Sorry - schoolboy error

Seems ages since I posted a bitta

How apt

I'm a big fan of The Beatles too...........but I would only suck them off for money. I would dress up as Long John Silver for Paulie.

See that's three (mibbes four) posts just snipin

We can all snipe...

I've done it meself...


Toots was the world freestyle snipin champion between 1975 and 2008

(I pipped her with my snipin about the poor quality of the fitba on offer at Paradise that last season )

Anyhows...

I digress...

Howzabout....

(...just around the corner of your mind as it 'appens....)

You post up a coupla trax that allow us to see where you're comin from...

...musically speakin...


Der LenMeister...?

G'waaan Len... geeza choon

Crown hates these

Can never work it out

Thin Lizzy/The Faces with a tasty, crunchy Southern-Fried coating...

I mean what's not to like?

"And if you ever have to go to school, remember how they messed up this old fool...
Don't pick fights with the bullies and the cads, coz I'm not much cop at punching other peoples' dads."



"Dooh, f'toom, c'coohm, ba-pah-duh-rada... ...aww yeah!"



A perfect summer album

Immo wrote:"And if you ever have to go to school, remember how they messed up this old fool...
Don't pick fights with the bullies and the cads, coz I'm not much cop at punching other peoples' dads."

one of my favourite bowie tracks old yin

Summer in Scotland...

The buzz of the crowd on the beach...

The fishy, pishy stench of the public convenience....

Ice cream vans...

Thick, sticky, white rivulets dribbling over your wrist and forearm...

(Easy Crown - we're talkin double-nougat here )

And always the music

From a cafe or a radio; a jukebox or a fairground...

If you concentrate really hard on the start of this one, you can actually detect a wee heat-'oasis' round the shimmering opening chords....


If you've put in the years of practice with drugs and alcohol obviously



Always associate this one with the beach at Ayr

Coffee with froth in clear Pyrex cups & saucers... you wanna talk sophisticated??

Hark at you....DOUBLE nugget!

Or....

Hiking/character building in the Scottish summer...

13 years old... Freezing in the early, misty, 7am pre-sun...

Comforted by the thought of the can of Skol and the can of Pipers Export in your rucksack

(Nicked from the cupboard but undetectable due to a can-surge after the aged P's' weekend's partying. )

"We'll hike to Culross!" sez the bold Monshewer Sweeney

"Why not" - sez I.

Summer holidays - what else you gony do?

Grangemouth Road... out past the college to the Earl's Gates Roundabout and left towards Skinflats... through that and onto the Kincardine Brig... Four and a-half miles to Culross..

Halfway along, turning past a bend - a massive yellow field at the corner and the gate just askin to be sat on...

Warm beer and sweaty cheese sandwiches never tasted better.

Speshly when this came on the tranny...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ANr-OXMork

supermo wrote:Hark at you....DOUBLE nugget!

We're not all poverty stricken barbarians out here in the sticks you know.

The double nugget was the "Mayfair" on the "Creamie Van" Monopoly board certainly

But the oyster was the conno-shewers choice

(Coconut didn't half get stuck in yer teeth tho )

Immo wrote:Summer in Scotland...

The buzz of the crowd on the beach...

The fishy, pishy stench of the public convenience....

Ice cream vans...

Thick, sticky, white rivulets dribbling over your wrist and forearm...

(Easy Crown - we're talkin double-nougat here )

And always the music

From a cafe or a radio; a jukebox or a fairground...

If you concentrate really hard on the start of this one, you can actually detect a wee heat-'oasis' round the shimmering opening chords....


If you've put in the years of practice with drugs and alcohol obviously



Always associate this one with the beach at Ayr

Coffee with froth in clear Pyrex cups & saucers... you wanna talk sophisticated??

Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuune!

Fukkin right it's a tune mate

You wouldn't believe the 1972/73 heights my uncommon sophistikayshun (for a 10/11 year-old) had allowed me to scale in both the matter of choons and fruit-flavoured, chewy comestibles.

Not sayin there wasn't the odd lapse into the gauche likes

Ooooh ya fucker, that's on the cusp mate.

crownliquor wrote:

Immo wrote:Summer in Scotland...

The buzz of the crowd on the beach...

The fishy, pishy stench of the public convenience....

Ice cream vans...

Thick, sticky, white rivulets dribbling over your wrist and forearm...

(Easy Crown - we're talkin double-nougat here )

And always the music

From a cafe or a radio; a jukebox or a fairground...

If you concentrate really hard on the start of this one, you can actually detect a wee heat-'oasis' round the shimmering opening chords....


If you've put in the years of practice with drugs and alcohol obviously



Always associate this one with the beach at Ayr

Coffee with froth in clear Pyrex cups & saucers... you wanna talk sophisticated??

Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuune!

One of the great singles of the 70s, and little celebrated because it was album-less, so to speak. I can remember hearing that for the first time on TOTP. Similar memory to seeing virginia Plain with my cousins round the dinner table.

The mystery was always the power chord Manzanera plays as Ferry finishes singing.....Eb11? With a lot of distortion

Lundin Links Caravan Park

Fife coast - near Upper and Lower Largo.

Travelled up after everybody else with Uncle P

Twofold benefits

1 Get to watch the men's final at Wimbers (Borg beat Nastase)

2 Get to travel the (admittedly short) road to the coast in a rusted-up, sporty wee triumph T6

Turning into the caravan park and screeching to a halt in front of a huuuge white horse straddling the road just inside the gate... relieving itself... via the medium of a cock the length and width of a good-sized roll of linoleum

Uncle D showin up half-way through the first week with a craftily welded-together, orangey-coloured MG Midget.

Ridng perched up on the boot of same with your head above the windshield

Pickin midgies out of your front teeth in the wee cafe beside Elie beach

The macaroons in the wee cafe beside Elie beach

And this on the radio.... perpetually...eternally

S'funny Immo I always thought of you as a non-driver.

I didn't drive - I was 14

My uncle - a bearded, 47-year-old with a full driving licence and a surprisingly large collection of tarry, stinking tobacco pipes - seemed a much more natural choice somehow

Fuck is wrong with you man??

I have to halt this exchange. Just remembered I'm not talking to you after your wanton dragging of my name into your drunken rant about B*WL*Y.

Yeah well

What sez "summer" better'n a steamed-up, unfocussed rant...

Apart from this driftin out into the warm, tar-melling street from a handful of open, post-dinnertime windows like ...

Immo wrote:Yeah well

What sez "summer" better'n a steamed-up, unfocussed rant...

Nah, doesn't wash Yer still a

Ahhh bollix...

Well that's that...

I'll just hafta live with bein a knob then












Anyways... how good were the Fabs

(Quality sound on this )

Perfect ... (nearly )

Even Ringo - his wee stop-start bits leadin into the Al Jackson four-on-the-floor middle-8 bits just make this completely



He's good at 2.09 too